


An Unexpected Harvest [placeholder title]

by closedonwednesdays



Category: Stardew Valley (Video Game)
Genre: Gen, Marnie is a Mother Hen, Single Mom character, inspired by Plant Sims from TS3
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-05-18
Updated: 2020-05-23
Packaged: 2021-03-02 18:00:10
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,369
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24250969
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/closedonwednesdays/pseuds/closedonwednesdays
Summary: I recreated SV in the Sims 3 and became inspired by the Plant Sims. A stranger comes by bearing a strange seed. Curious, the new farmer plants it to see what will grow.
Kudos: 3





	1. Chapter 1

With the appearance of daffodils in the valley, winter had finally broke. Having had a successful first year on the farm, Felicia was ready to do it all again.

She still had enough money left over from the previous year to completely sow the garden, and install sprinklers. She hoped to soon have Robin build a barn or a coop—Felicia hadn't decided which yet, and didn't think both would be achieved in the same year. It was early spring; she had plenty of time to decide.

The remaining stalks of the fall harvest had been left underneath the snow, to break down and be tilled back into the soil. After running to Pierre's first thing in the morning for seeds, Felicia spent much of the day removing rocks from the garden and turning the soil over. As she stopped to drink from her water bottle in the mid-afternoon sun, Poppo, her Dalmatian mix, gave a bark as she stood and pointed towards the gate.

Shroud in a black cloak, a slightly stooped figure stood watching. Felicia tightened her grip on the hoe. Since coming to the Valley, the only strange person she had met was the wizard. She thought she had met everyone, and they generally did not sneak up on her like this.

“My, what lovely soil.” The figure spoke with a sharp, chilling voice that made it difficult to determine whether they were man or woman, or something else.

“Can I help you?” Felicia's words came out harsher than she would have liked. She was still frightened by this figure.

“I have just the thing.” They reached into a satchel at their side, then held their hand out over the gate. “Come see.”

Hesitantly, Felicia approached the figure, continuing to hold onto the hoe. Poppo followed after a whine and a huff, her tail low.

The gloved hand held a small green seed, oval-shaped and roughly the size of a fingerprint. It wasn't anything that she recognized. Admittedly, though, Felicia had a lot yet to learn about gardening.

“I have been searching everywhere for the perfect garden for this seed to florish. Take it.” The figure urged.

She tried to peek under their hood while supposively gazing at the seed. There was a faint gold glint of an eye, but it disappeared as the figure drew their head back and jerked their hand. Felicia snatched the small seed and took a step back.

“Sow it before sundown, and harvest it on the last day of autumn. Seeds that take the longest to grow often are the most bountiful.” The figure nodded sagely. “Take good care of this one.”

Felicia looked down at the seed again, now in her hand. It looked the same on each side. When she looked up at the gate again, the figure was gone. Poppo barked some more.

She placed the seed in her pocket for safekeeping as she continued tilling the garden. As suspicious and creepy as the encounter had been, she couldn't help but be curious as to what would grow from that seed. She hoped it wasn't some practical prank, and someone was trying to grow hemp in her garden. The politics aside, Felicia didn't want to grow hemp, preferring fruit, vegetables, and grain. The things you could eat or drink.

When it came time to plant the seeds, she took extra care of where she placed the new one. Did it need a lot of sun, or partial shade? How much water did it need? The stranger should have said more, if they were so worried about the seed's growth. With nothing to go on, Felicia planted the seed near the scarecrow. At least the crows wouldn't bother it.

* * *

Halfway through spring, a small green stem had broken through the earth, hoisting two oblong leaves on its very top. Felicia had worried that it hadn't survived at all. She continued to watch closely as she tended her other crops throughout the seasons.

She had searched all of the library's books about seeds, but none of them had fit the description of the one she had planted. She had consulted Caroline, Jodi, and Evelyn, fellow gardeners, but none of them had seen a seed such as she had described to them. They were interested to see what would become of it when it was time to harvest the plant.

Aside from the mysterious plant watch, life went on as normal for Felicia. Just as the strange figure had complimented, her garden was plentiful. When she finally had a coop and a barn built and bought animals, she was even more busy. As well as taking gifts to the Junimos—strange creatures inhabiting the Community Center and making strange miracles happen around town—she was often busy from sun-up to well past sundown. The year seemed to fly by.

* * *

As autumn began to come to its end, Felicia became anxious about the mysterious plant growing next to her scarecrow. The stem had grown to stand a quarter of a meter high, now standing on a small, fuzzy green bump that was crowning from the earth. When the other crops had their last harvest and died off, the mysterious plant was the only one that remained in the garden.

On the last day of autumn, after tending to the animals, Felicia stood over the plant with a spade. She hadn't been given instructions on how to harvest this plant. Judging from its appearance, she assumed it was some kind of green gourd that grew underground, like a tuber. Still, she was hesitant to accidentally cut it with the spade.

Getting down on her knees, Felicia took a deep breath and gingerly dug dirt away from the base of the bump. When it looked like there was wiggle room, she gave a tug on the stalk. It was firmly attached to the top of the bump, moreso than any stalk had been for any other plant in the garden. The bump lurched upwards at the tug. Felicia began to think that it was meant to be pluck from the ground, like a carrot.

She stood up and grasped the stalk with both hands. It didn't give on the first pull, but seemed to slide out of the ground on the second. Felicia nearly stumbled backwards as the earth gave it up. Then the tuber screamed. She screamed as well.

The tuber wasn't a tuber at all. Its legs and arms remained curled up close to its small body, and its tiny face was scrunched up as it continued crying. It still retained the green color of the seed, but it was now a newborn baby.

Felicia stopped screaming long before the infant did, placing it into her arms. It probably did not like to have its stalk pulled, but still continued crying nonetheless. She barely took note that it was a girl before flying down the forest trail.

Marnie's store had only just opened, although Felicia didn't have to wait for that in order to visit. Marnie was one of the first friends Felicia had made in the Valley, often stopping by the ranch whenever she needed something. It was Marnie who brought Poppo to Felicia.

She opened the door without knocking, finding the older woman sitting behind the counter in front of her house. It was difficult to tell what startled her more: the abrupt entrance, or the crying.

“What on Earth?” Marnie stood and strode over for a closer look.

“I just pulled her out of the ground. I didn't know that this was what that seed was. I thought--” Felicia tried to explain, but she was at a loss and out of breath.

Marnie smiled and pat her shoulder. “It's alright. Let me take her and get her cleaned up.”

Carefully, she took the baby from Felicia's shaking arms. The baby settled down to whimpering in the exchange.

“There,” Marnie crooned, giving the baby a gentle rocking. “Come sit at the table. You look like you're about to faint.”

Felicia shuffled behind Marnie as she led the way into the kitchen, taking the first seat she came upon at the dining table. The older woman took the baby to the sink, washing the remaining dirt off of her. The baby began crying again at the touch of water. It was over quickly as Marnie dried her off and fashioned a crude diaper from a kitchen towel. She used two more to swaddle the baby. She made up a glass of water before coming to the table, handing the glass to Felicia first. She drank it all slowly.

“So this is the strange seed that you planted months ago.” Marnie grinned down at the infant in her arms, who was now quiet. “I guess it's been nine months now. She's a real cabbage patch baby!”

“I thought that was just a children's tale.” Felicia slumped in her chair once she set the glass down. “What should I do?”

“First, take a slow deep breath.” Marnie waited for the young farmer to do as told. “I can't tell you what to do, although there's only really two options. Why don't you start by holding her?”

Felicia held out her arms as the infant was placed into them. She thought she was doing it properly, but Marnie made a few adjustments to ensure the baby's head was supported. The rancher took a seat next to her again.

The baby's face was round and wrinkly. She now observed the world with big grey eyes. It was easier to see now that the fuzz on top of her head was meant to be hair, a shade darker than her skin. The stalk remained on top of her head, although it showed signs of withering. The baby seemed unaffected by it.

“She looks like you.” Marnie noted. “She has the same nose.”

“Should I keep her?” Felicia finally looked up from the baby.

She shrugged. “That's for you to decide. Either way, I should call Mayor Lewis to make up a birth certificate.”

She stood and went to the phone hanging on the wall, being among the older residents who still used a landline. Felicia looked back down at the baby as she weighed her options.

The farm had kept her busy all year long. Even with winter approaching, there were still the chickens and cows to take care of, and plenty of preserves to make. When the growing season started again, would she have time for an infant? She didn't know how to take care of one in the first place. Considering that this one was green and came from the ground, Felicia had a feeling that conventional books and word-of-mouth wouldn't be any help.

And yet, the cottage was rather lonely, even with Poppo and the other animals. In time, the baby would bring some life to it. Felicia didn't see a resemblance to herself other than the grey eyes. She had had a different scenario planned when it came to having kids: she would have a long-term partner, for instance. She suddenly didn't care how she had it planned, though. Farm life would be good for the baby. Where else could she go? Who else would take a cabbage patch baby but the unwed mother she was born to?

By the time Lewis arrived, Felicia came to a decision. She had been holding the infant for awhile without her crying. It was promising.

“Well would you look at that.” He set down a bag and folder on the table, then peered over Felicia's shoulder at the bundle. “A real cabbage patch baby!”

“So I've heard.” Felicia nodded. She had lived in Pelican Town for nearly two years now and knew all of the locals, but there was always something new to learn in this small town.

Marnie pulled a canister out of the bag. After reading the label, she went to the counter and began preparing a baby bottle, although the ones she had on hand were meant for baby animals. It dawned on Felicia that the baby hadn't drank anything yet, and was somehow content.

“What time would you say you found her?” Lewis had taken a seat and pulled out an official-looking document from the folder.

“I don't know. 9:20, maybe?” Felicia gave a shrug. She looked around for a clock to see how long she had been at Marnie's. An hour and a half had passed already.

He wrote it down as Marnie approached with the bottle. Felicia took it, feeling confident that she could feed the baby. She pressed the nipple to her lips. The baby latched on momentarily, but spat the nipple right back out with a scowl. As Felicia persisted, the baby squirmed and began to fuss.

“Am I doing something wrong?” She exasperated as Marnie took the baby and tried to feed her herself.

“No, you were doing it right.” She assured as the baby continued to refuse the bottle. “Maybe she doesn't drink milk, if she's part plant.”

Marnie set aside the bottle and got the baby to calm down again, then handed her back to Felicia. Though her confidence was shaken, she still wanted to try to keep the baby from crying.

“Well, she must eat _something_.” Lewis sat back in his chair. “Plants absorb nutrients from the ground, after all.”

Felicia thought for a moment. “You know who would know? The wizard.”

Just as she said that, she realized how bad the idea sounded. Rasmodius was one of the more odder residents, preferring to keep to himself. After drinking his potion in order to understand the Junimo, Felicia hadn't visited him much. But if he knew about the Junimo, he might just know how to raise a plant baby.

Marnie and Lewis exchanged looks, showing that even they thought it unwise to take a baby to such a reclusive and eccentric man. Yet they didn't come up with a better option.

“You two know him better than I do.” She shrugged. “If you think he might know something...”

“He would be the only one in Pelican Town who would.” He gave a nod, then looked down at the paperwork. “Let's finish this first, since she doesn't seem hungry. Felicia, I can list you as the mother, but what of the father?”

“It would be the stranger who gave the seed to me, but I never found out who that was.” She admitted. “They were covered up from head to toe.”

Lewis pondered it. “A man who runs off is no father at all. How about a name?”

Felicia smiled. “Forsythia, after my grandmother.”

He had a twinkle in his eye as he smiled back, then wrote the name in. “She loved that farm just as much as your grandfather did.”

“I hope this little one does, too.” She tried rocking the baby, like she had seen Marnie do. The older woman looked ready to cry.

“That will do it for now.” Lewis stood from the table. “I'll get the official birth certificate to you in a couple of weeks. You should see what the wizard says about little Forsythia, but do be careful. Good bye, ladies.”

He left to do his mayoral duties. Marnie dabbed her eyes.

“Do you think he'll hurt her?” She asked, wringing her hands.

“I don't think so. He might actually be interested, since she isn't just human.” Felicia acknowledged Rasmodius's nonchalance towards mortal troubles. She did worry that he would show too much interest.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, we'll be fine.”

Marnie was relieved at that.


	2. Chapter 2

Bundling Forsythia up in an old baby blanket of Jaz's, Felicia used one of Marnie's old flannel shirts as a sling to hold the baby against herself. Then she set out for the wizard's tower on the other side of Cindersap Forest.

She had quickly learned to admire the forest during autumn. There were mostly pine trees in the forest, but there were enough of the others that changed their leaves to bright reds, yellows, and oranges. The breeze held an earthly scent as the already-fallen leaves were breaking down into the dirt. Or it could just be the infant strapped to her chest, still smelling faintly of dirt.

It wasn't uncommon to find another townsfolk or two in the forest, but no one was around this time. Felicia arrived at the tower all that much quicker, although she had still had plenty of time during the walk to comprehend what had happened and come to terms with it. She took a deep breath and knocked on the old wooden door. It didn't surprise her when it opened itself for her to enter.

For once, the cauldron was not bubbling. Rasmodius stood near his ritual sigil on the floor, consulting a very old scroll. He glanced up at his visitor once the door closed and wound his scroll closed again. There would be no ritual at the moment.

“Sorry for intruding, but she won't eat anything. I was hoping you might know of something.” Felicia began as she loosened the sling so that she could pull Forsythia out. She glanced around, but it was probably too dark for her eyes yet.

“A Floraen child.” The wizard cracked a smile that Felicia had only ever seen him show towards wine. He approached for a closer look. She found herself tightening her grip on the baby and stepping back. He stopped.

“What did you call her?” Felicia calmed herself. Why did she think there was a threat here? Rasmodius had never acted in a way to harm someone.

“A Floraen. A hybrid between plants and humans, if you will.” He explained, approaching slower now. “The gestational period is long, often longer than the growing season. The conditions must also be just right. It is rare that one survives. Because of that, most of us with arcane knowledge believed them to be extinct.”

“Well, what do they eat? She won't take milk.” Felicia asked. She hadn't been too concerned with what Forsythia was yet; babies needed to eat after being born. The clock was ticking.

“An infant will rely on sap from trees similar to those in the secret woods. Especially as winter approaches and the sun is absent.” Rasmodius finally gave her the answer she was looking for. After a moment of concentration, a jar of dark liquid appeared in his hand. “It has some interesting magical properties, so I always keep some on hand.”

She looked at it warily. She thought sap was too thick and sticky for anyone to drink, let alone a baby. Maybe it worked like formula. “Should I thin it with water?”

The wizard nodded. “For now. When she is older, she will be less reliant on the sap, but may continue to drink it for its taste. Sunlight provides most of their sustenance, but they also need the tree's sap. Floraen also enjoy honey.”

Felicia fixed the sling again and took the jar. She didn't want to stay for much longer. “I'll give it a try.”

“Who gave you the seed?”

“I don't know. They were covered up. But they must have known what it would become.” She reasoned, one hand on the door handle. “I don't suppose you could track them down?”

“I will try.” Rasmodius vowed. With that, Felicia returned to Marnie's ranch.

* * *

Just as she crossed the threshold, Forsythia began to fuss. Felicia undid the sling and cradled her, but it wasn't enough. Perhaps she was finally hungry.

Marnie held the baby while Felicia filled a clean bottle with a mixture of warm water and the sap, making sure the mixture was light enough that an infant could easily drink. She took the baby back, and was relieved when she latched onto the nipple and suckled.

“Sit down. You've had quite a morning.” Marnie reminded her.

Felicia took a seat at the table, her legs feeling weak underneath her. A door opened behind her; she had been at the ranch enough times to know that it was just Shane. It was late to be waking up, but Felicia kept that to herself. Since Joja Mart had been run out of town, he had lost his job. That wasn't easy on anyone.

For as much as she visited, she and Shane never interacted much on account that he did not want to be on friendly terms with anyone. Felicia had always thought it best to leave it alone whenever Shane showed any hostility towards her, but sometimes she wished she could retort right back. She didn't, for the sake of her friendship with Marnie.

She expected him to go about his business as he rummaged through the refrigerator, but he must have been awake enough to notice the green head sucking on a bottle of dark liquid.

“You had a baby?” Shane asked, coming around her to take a seat in front of her with a glass of milk.

“I found a baby.” Felicia clarified. She was the mother on the birth certificate, but she hadn't carried the baby for nine months inside of herself. It made her have some doubts about herself.

“In a meteor?”

“Shane, that's enough.” Marnie frowned at her nephew. “This isn't one of your late night sci-fi movies.”

“She's part plant, not an alien.” Felicia didn't mind his question nearly as much. Forsythia spit the nipple out. She set the bottle down on the table. “The wizard said she's a Floraen: part plant, part human.”

Marnie came to her side, placing a towel on her shoulder. “Place her up on your shoulder and rub her back. I'm sure she burps like any other baby.”

Felicia did as told. It didn't take long for Forsythia to let loose a wet-sounding burp. Some of the dark sap now soaked into the towel. She settled the baby into her arms again, using the towel to wipe her face clean.

The rancher rubbed the top of Forsythia's head. “Didn't she have a stalk up here earlier?”

Eyes widening, Felicia took a closer look as well. “She did! It was starting to wither when I came earlier. It must have fallen off somewhere in the forest.”

“Well, I'm sure it's fine. She seems perfectly happy without it.” Marnie smiled down at the infant. “It must have been like an umbilical cord.”

“Maybe.” Felicia agreed. Forsythia's head looked more normal now without the withered stalk attached to it. It was like it had never been there in the first place. There was only fuzz now.

The older woman looked to her store, which continued to stay empty. “Why don't we get you settled in at home? Shane can watch the store for me for a little while.”

He nodded, having made himself a bowl of cereal. Felicia had to agree that it was a good idea. She wanted to see Poppo, who was probably worried as she had left so quickly. She had to make arrangements in the house for Forsythia (thankfully she had a spare room upstairs). She also had to call her father and explain this, somehow. It wouldn't be long before she would have to do her evening chores with the animals, too.

Marnie made a quick phone call while Felicia bundled the baby up again. She was thankful that she was not experiencing this life-changing day alone.

* * *

Though she was hoping to have some peace and quiet when she returned home, it wasn't the case for a few hours. By the time Felicia and Marnie reached the house, Robin was approaching from the mountain trail with a crib packed full of stuff. Not long after she arrived did Caroline and Jodi come from town, bearing their own hand-me-downs from their children as well.

The green skin surprised them, but like Marnie and Lewis, the other women accepted it. They set up the nursery for Felicia. Robin had brought a crib, and promised more furniture in the near future. She and Caroline had some clothing from their daughters, presumably saving them for grandchildren someday. But it was just as well to give them away to someone in need right now.

As Forsythia took her first nap, the women sat downstairs with coffee and offered all sorts of advice, assuming that the baby would be like any other child. They enjoyed the thought of another mother in town, although their children were far older than Forsythia. It did feel as though Felicia had reached another level of acceptance among them.

After coffee, Caroline and Robin left, having to return to their stores. Jodi left a little while after Forsythia woke up. It had been the first time the farm had had guests over for anything. For as crazy as the day had been, Felicia had appreciated it.

Like the true mother hen that Marnie was, she took care of the barn animals so Felicia wouldn't have to go out in the cold. She also set about making dinner for the two of them, and finding a place in the cupboards for the mysterious jars of dark sap that had appeared on the kitchen table (presumably from Rasmodius). Felicia gave Forsythia another bottle in the meantime, feeling a little useless in her own home.

“You know,” Marnie began over dinner. “Shane hasn't been able to find a job since Joja Mart left town. I'm sure he would be willing to help out. Raising a child and running a farm is more than one person can do.”

Felicia frowned, although the food was comforting after such a long day. “It's almost winter. I can't hire any help now.”

“But he's very good with animals. He needs somewhere else to go other than the bar. The work would be good for him. The help would be good for you.”

She had a point. Felicia couldn't imagine carrying Forsythia around as she did chores in the barn. She needed to be able to move.

“Okay.” She agreed. There was plenty to do in the winter. It was a good time to see how effective Shane would be.

* * *

When morning came, Felicia was roused by a knock on the door. She had passed out on the couch the night before after a few trips between her bedroom and the nursery upstairs. It turned out that babies didn't sleep easily at night.

Still rubbing her eyes as she opened the door, she was surprised to see Shane, especially at 6 AM. He didn't appear pleased with the time, either.

“Marnie sent me over to help with the animals.” He said gruffly, then held up a basket. “She sent these for you, too.”

Felicia took the basket, finding warm muffins inside, underneath a towel. “Thanks... You'll need the barn keys.”

She reached for them from a wall hook next to the door, then handed them over. She glanced up the stairs, straining her hearing, but the baby didn't make a peep. Forsythia was finally sleeping.

“I can figure it out on my own.” Shane spoke up abruptly. Felicia didn't care for his impatience.

“Okay. I'll wait for Forsythia to wake. The baby monitor can't go very far.”

He trudged towards the barn in the newly-fallen snow. She frowned at his back. Marnie trusted him, so he wouldn't steal or upset the animals, right?

Felicia waited inside, munching on a fresh muffin in the meantime. Marnie was like the mother she never had; her own had abandoned her and her father for a wealthier man, deeper in the city. Felicia had been young then, but she had been old enough to remember the sudden absence of a face, and how it crushed her father.

She had yet to make the phone call. By the time Marnie had left the night before and Forsythia was first put to bed, it had been late and all Felicia wanted to do was sleep. She had hoped sleep would give her more clues on how to approach this conversation with her father. What little she had gotten hadn't given her any ideas.

It had been so long since Felicia had seen her father. A terrible storm kept her from going home for the holidays last year. They had briefly Skyped when she first came to the farm. Now it was just the occasional phone call. She could try to go home again for the holidays, but didn't look forward to riding the bus with a green newborn.

It then dawned on Felicia to invite her father to the Valley for the Feast of the Winter Star. She could again draw on Marnie's support if needed. Not only would it be easier for everyone, but perhaps her father would enjoy seeing his childhood home, and how much work Felicia had done to improve it. She always wondered why he never spoke of it, and why he left in the first place.

Just as she reached for her phone, Forsythia began crying, announcing that she had waken. The call could wait for a more appropriate time of day.

* * *

It wasn't difficult to tell what Forsythia needed. With the small directions Marnie had given her yesterday, Felicia began to feel confident that she could raise an infant. It wasn't so difficult; there was a serene feeling that came over her as she fed Forsythia.

Shane entered the house when she was halfway through the bottle. Felicia watched as he placed the barn key back onto its wall hook and a bucket on the kitchen counter.

“Everyone's fed and happy.” He reported, approaching the door.

“Thanks,” Felicia adjusted Forsythia in her arms. The baby continued to drink. “Take a muffin. Marnie sent so many over. I won't be able to eat all of them before they go stale.”

The offer made him go back to the counter and grab two from the basket. Marnie's baking was hard to resist.

Shane approached the couch, but stopped a yard away, clearly getting a closer look at the “alien” baby. He wouldn't be the last to do so.

“So you found a baby?”

“A stranger gave me the seed on the first day of spring. He wouldn't tell me what would happen. I dug her out yesterday morning.” Felicia explained for what felt like the hundredth time. She could only imagine how her father was going to take that story.

“What is she drinking?”

“Watered-down sap. The wizard said it's what she's supposed to drink. It's the only thing she will take.”

Shane began eating the second muffin. “What's her name?”

Felicia smiled as the baby finally finished the bottle. She began burping her. “Forsythia, after my grandmother.”

“So you're a mom now.”

For as much as the women had talked about motherhood yesterday, there was something more poignant when Shane referred to Felicia as a “mom”. The role seemed to have finally sunk in, along with all of its responsibilities.

“I guess so.” She agreed, settling Forsythia into her arms again to clean her face. “I took care of her for so long before knowing what she was. Why stop now?”

He looked down at that, the second muffin now gone. Felicia stood from the couch. “Let me get your payment. Could you hold her for a sec?”

Before Shane had a chance to answer, she was handing Forsythia over. She was surprised to see that he did know how to hold a baby properly, then quickly moved on to her room. She kept her money in the nightstand right next to her bed. An obvious spot, but Felicia felt secure in her home.

She returned to the living room to find Shane actually smiling at Forsythia as he carefully rocked her. As miserable as he always acted, he seemed to have a soft spot for babies.

“She does kind of look like you.” He acknowledged as they swapped baby for money.

“I've been told so.” Felicia nodded.

With his payment, Shane went for the door again. “Well, congratulations.”

“Thanks. And tell Marnie “thank you for the muffins”.”

He gave a wave as he left. Felicia was pleasantly surprised; it had been the nicest conversation she ever had with Shane. He wasn't so gruff after all.


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